I love to sit under a tree
And smile as songbird sings,
He cocks his head and stares at me
And drops white slimy things.
And now behold, the leaves above
Reflect a change of season
A touch of brown, a flare of red
A dripping, sappy lesion.
Migrating robins from the north,
Their song too sweet for words,
Awake my soul; my heart calls forth,
“Shut up, you idiot birds!”
My eyes are like a dried up sponge
And soak in scenes of nature,
The tree, the brook, the winding road,
Some dead, runover creature.
And with my love, in peaceful bliss
As frequently I am
She shares with me in one sweet kiss
Her life, her soul, her phlegm.
And in a flash of brilliant truth
When fireflies start to dance,
I relive golden days of youth
(And promptly wet my pants).
Happy April Fool's Day, everybody!
Wrote this in college the night before a final
when I should have been studying...
Categories:
runover, bird, love, nature,
Form: Quatrain
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Frosty the snowman
Grandma got runover by a reindeer
Jingle bells
Silent night...
The most wonderful time of the year
Walking in a winter wonderland
Rudolph the rednose reindeer
Up on the house top...
Rockin' around the Christmas tree!
Hark the herald angels sing
Joy to the world
It came upon a midnight clear
Angels we have heard on high
Away in a Manger
He is still the Christ of Christmas!!
Still Emanuel
Go tell it on a mountain!!
Categories:
runover, funny, holiday
Form: Ekphrasis